ASoIaF- Sandor Clegane
Sandor had enough silver left to pay for lodging, but only if he forgoes the wine. What was the use of a fucking bed you go to stone sober? He didn’t particularly feel like lying awake and remembering the flaming fucking sword and the smell of his own burning fucking flesh. Fuck that. He knew he was a deserter and a craven who couldn’t even kill his own fucking brother, but he’ll be damned to seven hells if he was going let those thieving Brotherhood bastards get away with it. He turned Stranger around and rode back into the rain.